  i just got back from shooting pool at the cho. i had been feeling restless, as usual, in my parents' home. was only there long enough for a beer, a few smokes, and one game. it is endlessly strange to me to think that somehow, over the past year, i have made this bar my home. i didn't liked the place much when my friends first dragged me there. i never would have pegged myself as a barfly, but i am definitely part of the "rancho family". there are photos of me on the wall. everyone there knows my name. and loves me. haha, seriously. i think, sadly, maybe, that i fancy myself some sort of hot, lone wolf character when i wander in there solo, jesus help me. i love going in to read, do homework, act a fool, or to just shoot the breeze, haha using that phrase makes me laugh, with the various characters i wish i had the ability to aptly describe. daydreams often wander to a movie i've never tried to write about the goings on there. there s no doubt in my mind that the place is a vortex for the arcane, sentimentality, and narcissistic assertions. note to self: write about what you mean by this. 
